Trembling Fingers

Well, I survived my Frosty Drive Through Icy Hell yesterday, and actually it was quite pleasant. Gavin managed to get everything done by 6pm, so I was able to drive after the busiest time of the evening and before the coldest part of the night. The roads nearer home were starting to glisten and get a bit worrying, but the main part of the journey was a doddle. I got to listen to a few Christmas tunes, and a podcast about the NFL, and it was all very enjoyable and uneventful. Just goes to show - most of our worries are wasted.

Gavin was in buoyant mood, and was more focused than I expected. I'm so used to seeing him lost in his own ambitions, trying to filter his thoughts through a disorganised mind that is whirring with nineteen different ideas, that a short meeting with him can be exhausting. But he knew exactly what he wanted to discuss; he had a planned agenda and didn't deviate from it at all. It felt very professional and surprisingly productive.

He's still very excited about his project in Devon, but is aware that he has taken on something that might not be salvageable, and is aware that his enthusiasm may have ridden roughshod over his business acumen when he made the decision to invest in it. There were lots of other things discussed, which I shall not go into, but the basic conclusion I came away with is that I may end up having more items placed on my managerial To Do list in the New Year. I'm not particularly happy about that, but I said I'd give it some consideration and take on what I could, while his Shiny New Toy is distracting him from his Suffolk sites.

RC 14-12-22